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Stevie Wonder - Until you come back to me WWWooooooooo!

Wwwooooooooo! GOODGOTUHMIGHTYYYYYYYYY! I'm over the Moon GOD! ReJoicing! "Free at Last!" Yes GOD! The 'Hoe is DEAD! Very DEAD! Done Rotted! Yes LORD, that Stanking, Sadistic, pathological lying, Highly IMMORAL Pervert, is finally safely DEAD!

I Rejoice! Not only do I ReJOICE! I Celebrate! Number one, I celebrate the fact , the scummy whore finally died AND< the pain and misery,  that low whore inflicted upon Me, for No Damn Reason , (other than envy, jealousy, ignorance and her perversion), has finally subsided.

Number two, I am BEAMING IN THE BACKFIRE! World, everything that Mongrel, Monstrosity, fake Christian, demon possessed, sadistic whore , did to Me, BACKFIRED!

Dear World, it is precisely because of My "mathy jane Experience", I know for a Fact, very few Churches are worth attending. I know there is no GOD anywhere concerned with skin Color, gender, financial.

I know that far too many people merely pretend to be "Color Conscious".  My old nasty ass "mother" claimed to HATE everyone darker than a paper bag. But, you can be sure that low whore would screw a snake if you held it's head.

FAKE! FAKE! FAKE! You can serve satan if you want to. "You won't nevah have nuttin'" My grandfather warned his sick, sadistic daughter for over fifty years.  No, the low slut never listened. Always bragged that s/he was brilliant. Was never anything but a demon possessed BULLY! An INCESTUOUS/PEDOPHILE "Root Worker" that gave her life to satan when s/he was very young. Never changed. Lived Eighty-eight years proud of all the misery s/he caused . But, always much too cowardly to admit that s/he did the Diabolical things s/he was always too glad to do.

My point?NEVER fear satan! Never fear wo/men like martha jane walters. GOD got You!

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